Humming to Birds

People are made of cool things like hummingbirds, I just saw one(perfect time by the way), and the galaxy I want to swim through, and kangaroo rats and tree kangaroos and all the senses we don't have but should like walking down a narrow path and tasting the woods as you brush up against them.  It's Maino's All the Above and surviving through the struggle and Mos Def before hip hop lost him to Hollywood.  It's Soundbombing 1 and 2 played to the rhythm of Colbie Callait.  There's no juxtaposition there.  It's just a mixture of things that matter, that broke outside the mold, that made you listen.  The things that struck you like the first time you heard Maroon 5 and followed the sound down a hallway to an open door and learned something new you knew you could never explain but wanted to anyway.  It's a cloudy, damp day and fish rising to Blue Wing Olives and an early Spring day when the caddis are popping.  It's riding a bike 200 miles an hour in freeze frame so alive that every sense is tuned in and ants become giants you meet floating through the heavens as clouds mirror the ground and you shake hands with the stars.  It's so loud the silencing is imperceptible yet so quiet that even the slightest murmur is played in 3D.  It's like the cold of walking through a snowstorm in shorts and a t-shirt or the warmth of hot chocolate fresh from the stove with that little skim on top.  It's like knowing where you're going but never, ever, ever forgetting where you came from and knowing after a dark, scary night comes a bright, sundrenched day.  I don't understand some things and I probably never will but one day I'll dance in a field of daisies and all I'll see is her eyes and all I'll smell is her smell.  It will all mix with the pines and the silence away from the city.  A slow dance then we'll lay back and see what the clouds will show us, shapes and forms never even seen or thought of before on earth. I know, I'm dreaming but it's okay to dream and remember, tomorrow a fish will rise and Montana and the present and the future and everything else till the day I die.  One day everything will be ok.